It is nothing more serious," said Nugent, deciding the question, at once and for ever, with the air of a man profoundly versed in physiology--"it is nothing more serious than a fanciful growth, a morbid accident, of her blindness.

She may live to get over it--she would, I believe, certainly get over it, if she could see.

In two words, after what I have found out this morning, I say as you say--Oscar is making a mountain out of a molehill.

He ought to have put himself right with Lucilla long since.

I have unbounded influence over him.